Chapter 109 – Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel

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I wanted nothing to do with him right now.

Val gasped at my inner monologue, and I knew she was saddened by my words; but if we stayed around him any longer, it would only cause her more heartbreak. I had only just gotten my wolf. I couldn’t watch her heart deteriorate anymore.

“Do you think you can take me back to my dorm?” I asked, peering up at Cassidy-Ann who just looked surprised.

“I have to clean up here,” she said with a timid frown. “I need to figure out what to do. Obviously, you can have tonight off. I need to meet with my artists and see what needs to be done to recreate these paintings. I also need to hire a cleaning crew and reach out to my decorators.”

I nodded my head once; I understood. She had way too much to do to worry about me getting back to school.

“If you need a ride, I can take you back to campus, Miss Lila,” Officer Ken offered. “I’m heading that way anyway.”

I forced a smile of gratitude in his direction and nodded my head.

“Thank you,” I said to him.

I didn’t even look at Enzo as I walked past him. I wasn’t sure what to say to him or how to act around him. I just knew that I needed to get away from him. I needed to get Val away from him.

She was hardly thinking straight, and I needed her right now.

He didn’t argue, and he didn’t come after me.

…

I sat in the student lounge later in the evening. I couldn’t bring myself to go back to my dorm room knowing that I didn’t even have Rachel there to talk to.

She’s only been gone for a few days, and I miss her terribly. My heart ached at the thought of not seeing her again until after summer.

Becca was off somewhere studying for exams, and I should be with her, also studying. But every time I opened a book, my mind would wander and all I could think about was my heartbreak.

Exams were only a few days away and I feared I would be too distracted to pass them.

Whoever vandalized Cassidy-Ann’s studio, I had a feeling it was an attack on me. My painting was the only one with actual writing on it… and it wasn’t pleasant.

I sulked in my seat, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders and my heart sinking further into my stomach.

“Hey Lila,” said a familiar voice.

Brody was approaching with a saddened smile as he sat across from me at the table I was sitting at.

“How are you feeling?” He asked with concern lacing his tone.

Becca must have told him what was going on. I ran into her when I got back to campus, and I told her everything that had happened at the studio. Leaving out the part where Enzo was there.

“I just can’t believe the studio got destroyed. Cassidy-Ann was so upset. I’ve never seen her like that before.”

“She’s an incredible artist, as are you. I bet she will be just fine. You will all be able to create even better paintings. I’m sure of it.”

“That’s not the point. Whoever did this… I think they were after me,” I said meeting his eyes.

He frowned at my words.

“Do you have any idea who would want to do that to you?” He asked curiously.

I thought about it for a moment, but then shook my head.

“No… Officer Ken said they weren’t going to rest until they figure out who did this. I guess I just have to trust them…” I said as I sighed. “I could always see if my father would look into it as well. He’s a great detective.”

“That’s a good idea. If anyone can figure this mystery out, it’s Alpha Bastien,” Brody said with a bright smile. His smile always seemed to light up the room; even though he wasn’t my mate, Val seemed to have relaxed as well.

He was right though; my father would be able to figure out who vandalized the studio quickly. I made a mental note to call him later and ask for his help.

But for right now, I needed to get to class.

“I should go,” I told him. “I need to get to art class.”

“Okay…” he said, standing to his feet just as I did. “But hey, if you need any help creating a new painting, let me know. I don’t mind helping you.”

“You know how to paint?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Well, no,” he laughed. “But if you need a new muse…” he paused and grinned.

It would be nice to have a fresh face for my painting. Plus, I didn’t really want to face Enzo long enough to paint him again.

This might actually workout.

…

Later, Brody met me in the art room after my art class finished for the day.

Brody sat in one of the chairs that I set up and for a moment, he looked a little uncomfortable and awkward.

It made me laugh.

“Just relax,” I told him as I sat in front of the canvas. “We are going to be here for a little bit.”

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Enzo’s POV

I asked Cassidy-Ann and some of her artists for a favor after Lila left the exhibit with Officer Ken. I wanted to give Lila something incredibly special as a token of my apology. I just hoped that she would accept it.

I looked at the clock and knew that Lila would be in the art room at this hour. Her art class ended a little while ago and typically she enjoyed staying after class and doing some extra work.

The art Professor usually gave her the keys to lock up.

She should be alone right now and that would be the perfect time to give her the gift. I stared at the large canvas I had covered in a sheet.

Grabbing it, I headed straight across the campus to the academic center; I traveled to the art wing of the center until I reached the classroom that I knew Lila was in.

I could smell her scent lingering outside the door and it made my wolf go crazy.

But as I opened the door, I froze, staring at the scenery before me, stunned, and fuming.

Lila was there, in her seat with the canvas in front of her… but her muse in the seat on the other side of the canvas…. was none other than Brody.

Third Person POV

Enzo hadn’t returned home in over a day and Connie was beginning to grow impatient.

She remembered her night with Enzo clearly and she’d been planning it for some time. She knew that Enzo was out with Bethany for the evening and that bothered her more than anything.

It was bad enough that he had a mate that wasn’t her, now he was going on dates with a gorgeous singer. It was infuriating.

Connie had loved Enzo for most of her life and she kept waiting for him to choose her as his chosen mate, but he still hasn’t. He refuses to reject that Volana wolf despite Connie’s warnings about him being mated to his student.

When Enzo mentioned going to dinner with Bethany Rochelle, Connie thought to herself, “Great… more competition.”

She waited awake for him; she waited for what felt like an eternity. But when he didn’t come home early, she grew even more upset.

She texted him that evening, asking him when he would be home, and he didn’t reply until much later.

“On my way right now,” the text message said.

She was pleased he wasn’t spending the night with her. Now he could spend the rest of the evening with Connie.

“But what if he doesn’t want to?” Her wolf asked. “What if he rejects the idea?”

“Then, we won’t give him a choice,” Connie said in return.

She went into the kitchen and brewed a couple of mugs of tea. He enjoyed tea at this hour, so it wouldn’t be unusual.

But what he doesn’t know is that Connie is spiking his mug with Starlight.

“You’re going to have your way with him?” Connie’s wolf asked in shock.

“No!” Connie exclaimed. “I’m not a monster. I just want to make him think we had sex. He will be asleep and he’s going to think he did this on his own free will. It will get into his head, and he will start wondering if maybe he subconsciously wants to be with me all along.”

“OH! That’s brilliant,” her wolf chuckled. “He will start wondering if he really does love you.”

“Exactly,” Connie agreed. “Plus, it will drive a wedge between Enzo and Lila. It’s like killing two birds with one stone.”

…

Enzo’s POV

Lila jumped to her feet quickly and Brody seemed to be tense as I entered the art room. Lila was breathing quite heavily, and I knew it was taking everything she had not to run in the opposite direction.

Not that she could get far without me catching her.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I said, trying to sound unbothered. “I thought I would find you in here.”

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